There is a disquieting comfort in apathy.
Colours distill into varying shades of grey, there is little reason to laugh, to cry, to rage, or commemorate.
In apathy, there is no need to see ourselves, let alone pay close attention to those who play part in our daily, weekly, or monthly rituals.
We remain unmoved, undeterred and unresponsive.
Sort of chilling the way you describe it…
Indifference is unexpected.
Not many people intend to become detached to the world around them. Maybe we slipped into this state of being as a response to feeling overwhelmed. There is so much to care about, so much of the world that is crying for our attention, becoming apathetic is the easier choice.
To care about as little as possible; or
As much as is objectively required.
More an act of self-preservation, we withdraw and remove ourselves from the conversation, wherever possible.
Keeping to ourselves.
Shutting out what is beyond our need to engage with, cutting our circulation to the world with which we have always been deeply connected.
Growing numb, feeling little or nothing at all.